Rogue Gain
by Titan
Casey Wyatt had it all. Youth, popularity and looks. At 22 he had everything going for him – except for one thing; he was a miser! As cheap as they come…..but that was all about to change….thanks to his miserly streak.
Casey loved the fact that people always looked twice at him. Standing at 6'2", his muscular frame stood out. So did his handsome, squared jawed face – framed beautifully by pure, blonde hair which just hit his shoulders. Now along with his cheap approach to life, Casey was extremely homophobic. He couldn’t understand why guy’s dug other guy’s though he understood why anyone would want to have some of his arse! Just don’t try it. He was that vain.
Now Casey was passing a Barbershop he hadn’t noticed before called ‘Cut Price Barbers’. He had been meaning to get his hair trimmed but resented paying so much at the ritzy salon he would normally use. How hard could it be to trim the ends, thought Casey to himself. He opened the shop door and immediately was transported back in time to a shop he use to visit as a kid. There was no one waiting or in the chair, just some old balding guy in a barbers tunic.
“Good day young man. Step right up to my chair, no waiting today,” said the Barber brightly.
“How much for just a trim?” asked Casey, a little hesitantly.
“With your hair, I’d have to charge $10,” replied the Barber.
“I only want the ends cut. $10 is a bit steep isn’t it?” Casey responded. “What do you normally charge for a trim?”
“6 dollars son,” answered the Barber now starting to get annoyed at this young upstart.
“Then $6 it is,” Casey said stepping up into the chair.
“Well, right you are. It’s been a bit quiet today,” the barber gave in.
“Uncle! Phone for you; says it’s urgent!” came a deep, man’s voice from a doorway at the back of the shop.
“Excuse me for a moment young man, I won’t be long,” said the barber as he went to take the call.
Well he better not take too long, said Casey to himself. He started to fidget under the cape while he waited. He could feel the outline of his 10-inch cock through the fabric of his shorts. Yes! Casey was indeed blessed.
“What was taking the old guy so bloody long!” Casey said, half out loud. “I haven’t got all day.” He looked at his watch a few times then back at himself in the mirror in front.
“Sorry son! Family emergency,” the barber muttered as he came back into the shop. “I’ll have to get my nephew, Adrian, to attend to you.” He was already putting on his coat and heading for the door.
“What sort of business are you running here, Pops? I haven’t got all day!” Casey started to say with a rising anger in his voice.“This nephew of yours better hurry up!”
The Barber was gone, the door slamming behind him.
“Hey! How long am I going to have to wait around here?” Casey started up again.
“Sorry there Sir!” came a deep voice behind him.
Casey looked up and saw a younger, bigger version of the Barber who had left the shop coming towards him wearing a white barber’s tunic. He probably was only a few years older than Casey, but he was much bigger, powerlifter bigger, with a trimmed, blonde goatee and the same male pattern baldness as his uncle, except for the close cropped horseshoe of hair around the sides was a dark blonde.
“Now I’m only paying 6 bucks, all right dude?” Casey said looking at the big barber who he guessed by the way he was looking at Casey, was probably a leather fag.
“My uncle already told me you refused to pay the 10 dollars, so a 6 dollar haircut it is! By the way, my name is Adrian,” the barber offered his hand, but Casey refused to take it.
Even a fag name, Casey thought to himself. “Look, I don’t have much time for small talk, Aa-drian.” Casey replied, exaggerating the name. “Just a great haircut will be fine. And nothing with clippers.” Casey added looking at the barbers close clipped head.
“Sure! One of my best coming up,” Adrian smiled. Picking up some scissiors, he began to snip at the ends of the long luscious man hair.
What Casey didn’t know was that Adrian had the ability to read minds. He’d known just what was on the young guy’s mind.
As the haircut progressed, Casey took a longer look at his Barber. How lucky he was to have no history of baldness in his family, and if he did, he’d just go ahead and shave it all off. Why leave an old man’s ring of hair around the sides.
“You sure do have great hair!” Adrian said at last, running a hand through the long locks. You must look after it. I couldn’t be bothered personally, that’s why I got rid of all mine.” Adrian said, pretending to run a set of imaginary clippers over the head.
“Yeah, but you were losing yours anyway,” Casey almost spat.
“No, unlike my uncle, I’ve always had a full head of hair. I’ve just always liked the look of MPB.”
“What’s MPB?”
“Male pattern baldness.”
“What?” Casey asked. “You asked for that cut?”
“Sure did. In fact, it made a few of my customers want the same thing.”
“That’s weird. I’d never do that myself.” Casey went on to say to himself, But then again you fags are into all sorts of weird shit!
“Weird shit, eh?” mumbled Adrian.
“Yeah, dude.” Then Casey stopped suddenly, “What did you say?”
“Oh, I was just looking at the top of your scalp, it seems to have signs of thinning. I thought it weird because the rest of your hair seems so thick.”
“What?” Casey almost fell out of the chair. “No way! There’s no bald dudes in my family.” But Casey still had a worried look on his face.
“It’s not always genetics, or it can skip a couple of generations, but it’s definitely thinning. Here take a look.” Adrian held a hand mirror over the top of Casey’s head.
Casey looked closely, leaning forward towards the mirror in front. He started to run a hand through the hair. He couldn’t see anything – well there was nothing to see, but once you plant something like this on a vain guys mind! Well, it was working.
“Shit Adrian! How can this be. I’m too young to go bald – I’ll look like a freak!”
Casey didn’t even worry about his comments being spoken out loud.
“Hey, man! Calm down. I’ve got just the thing to help. I think we’ve got it in time.”
Adrian had left the shop to let Casey stew. He returned after a few minutes with a bottle marked ‘Rogaine – hair restorer’.
“Have you seen this before?” Adrian asked showing the worried Casey the bottle.
“Yeah! But I thought it didn’t work. If it did why don’t you use it,” Casey started to laugh.
“It only works on growing hair,” Adrian ignored the remark.
“How much are you going to charge me for that! I bet it’s expensive!” Casey sneered, knowing this stuff cost heaps.
“For you I can let you have it for free, that way you may come back to me so I can keep an eye on your progress,” Adrian smiled.
“That’s generous, man.”
“Well, I’d like to build up my customer base, as I’m new here,” Adrian added.
“How do I use it?” A more relaxed Casey asked.
“Just rub a small amount on the crown area, twice a day.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes sir!” Adrian kept this peculiar, almost sinister look on his face.
“Sounds easy. Sold!” Casey added.
“Let me finish up your haircut, and I’ll put some in your hair now.”
Adrian finished off the haircut, and it seemed that the spoilt Casey was satisfied.
“Yeah! Not bad for a Barber. Now are you going to use some of that Rogaine like you said?” asked Casey, moving his head around so he could catch a look at all sides of his new haircut.
“Sure thing, sir!” and Adrian begun to pour a few drops through the hair on top of Casey’s head. “Now make sure you don’t apply too much… a little goes a long way.”
Adrian knew that the kids vanity would have him adding way too much.
Casey paid his 6 dollars and of course didn’t leave any tip. He was pleased this barber discovered his hair loss in time.
As Casey left with barely a thank you, Adrian knew he’d be back.